Songs lyrics at
 Facebook  Google+  Twitter
 1. Pink
 2. Weezer
 3. Faith Hill
 4. Gustavo Cerati
 5. Adele
 6. Future
 7. Lil Wayne
 8. The Cast Of Cheers
 9. Johnny Cash
 10. Miyavi
 1. 21 by Adele
 2. Amor Amarillo by Gustavo Cerati
 3. Take Care by Drake
 4. No Pads, No Helmets...Just Balls by Simple Plan
 5. The Fox by Elton John
 6. Making Mirrors by Gotye
 7. The Vow OST by The National
 8. It's by Teen Top
 9. The Band Perry by The Band Perry
 10. Progress by Ultraspank
 1. Lisa by Gustavo Cerati
 2. I'm Just A Kid by Simple Plan
 3. Please Don't Leave Me by Pink
 4. Who Knew by Pink
 5. Somebody That I Used To Know by Gotye
 6. Story Of A Free Man - Chapter Three: Serenity by Verse
 7. Mona Lisa by All American Rejects
 8. You Say It Best When You Say Nothing At All by Alison Krauss
 9. Lisa by Burt Bacharach
 10. Carla-Etude by Elton John
A   B   C   D   E   F   G   H   I   J   K   L   M   N   O   P   Q   R   S   T   U   V   W   X   Y   Z   #
Lullaby Lyrics
Verse 1

And I ain't gotta tell y'all who I be,
Because these 100 dollar bills are like baller ID.
And I get under n*****s skin,
They should call me IV.
But if you try me n****r,
I will be your caller ID.
And that means I got your number.
Please don't make me dial it,
That could land your fly ass on the ground just like a pilot.
So just do me a solid.
Y'all stay in pocket like wallets,
'Cos you can't see me.
Close eye-lids.
Huh, nitey nite.
I'm with a model chick.
Tyrah thick, Heidi's height,
Body suits, body tight.
Yeah... I clean up nice.
Catch me on a tidy night,
Might be gucchi'd down to the tidy whites.
Ok it's Loso,
Everybody knows so.
My son is the heir to the thrown,
Prince Joso.
So daddy need money,
Mummy need new true-ies.
Baby needs new shoes,
Preferably the new lueys.
The swaggers in his jeans,
He was born fly.
Them Phily b*****s say the ball keep his jaunt fly.
Then Reggie Kush shot us up in Californi.


La La La La La La La.

Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby.

Rock-a-by baby...
Rock-a-by baby...
Rock-a-by baby...
Rock-a-by baby...

La La La La La La La,
La La La La La.

Verse 2

Hush little lame n*****s don't say a word,
Y'all don't know the half, not even a third.
Put a dick in your ear and fuck what you heard.
She tried to pull my fly south,
I aint want the bird.
Because I been killin these hoes,
These n*****s just drop dead.
In the drop head,
All we do is bop heads.
To the side,
Like Busta in the Pepsi add.
With my Columbiana mamma,
Yep she bad. (She Bad)
She in the lastest shoe that Guiseppe had.
Blow game like the late dizzy Gillespie had.
That's some good jaw.
Pop quiz,
Good score.
She call her pussy mediene,
That good raw.
For you little cheap fucks,
Hood whores.
You n*****s soft in the middle,
Call them hood smalls.
Everybody on the block going cuckoo.
Phantom doors open like the clock that goes cuckoo.
Birds poppin' out.
Sittin on the hood,
Check my bird droppings out.
I'm shittin' on the hood.
Sleepin' time, n*****s.
The hand that rocks the cradle for you nursery rhyme n*****s.
It's bed time.


2009 - 2013, Contacts
Lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All songs provided for educational purposes only.